Saved By The Doctor (BWWM Romance) (13 page)

Then, all in one movement, he lifted himself up, grabbed her by her shoulders and slammed her on the bed. He pressed his hungry lips against hers as his fingers slipped inside of her. He rammed them as far in as they would go, then pulled all of her with them. Jackie had to squeeze her eyes shut to keep from screaming out. In fact she was sure her fingers were drawing blood, they clutched to him so tightly. He ripped his fingers out much too soon, wiping them on her breast, and taking her nipples into his mouth. She bit her lips, her toes curling.

Finally, just when she thought it might never happen, he shoved himself into her. She gasped, her back arching instantaneously as he repeatedly rammed himself into her. She curled her legs around his waist, wanting him deeper and deeper inside of her. He pressed her shoulders into the mattress, trapping them there as he made love to her.

“Ohhhhhhhh...” she murmured as she felt him hitting that one spot. Her eyes flickered open but she couldn't actually see anything. He kept going and going, his grunts driving the both of them along, even though she could feel herself falling off of a cliff. It was the most glorious moment ever, wanting to stop, but needing to keep going anyways. She grunted as hard as she could, feeling her voice box tremble as she reached that moment of no return.

He went even faster and faster and harder, until her head yanked back and forth and she could feel the tension up and down her neck. She slammed against the headboard as he grabbed her waist with both of his hands and the two of them climaxed together. Jackie could have been flying, or falling, or ripping into a million pieces and it felt great. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing him against her.

She had never felt closer to him.

When it was over, he collapsed on top of her, the both of them panting like two dogs.

“That was worth the wait,” he gasped.

“That wasn't a wait. It was a fight.”

He looked up at her, “Well the fight was worth it. It's always worth it when it comes to you.”

Jackie smiled at this, planting a kiss on his forehead as he came up to lie next to her. She burrowed herself into his chest, reveling in the sweat and the panting and the slow rising and falling of his breath.

“You never told me what you were afraid of,” he murmured as he ran his hands up and down her still-sensitive back.

She shuddered under his touch. “Oh... I'm terrified of meeting your parents.”

He laughed at this. “Oh, honey, everyone's terrified of my parents,” he replied.

Jackie scoffed. “I cannot tell you how much that is just not helping right now,” she replied.

He tilted her chin up, forcing her to face him. “But you don't have to worry about a thing. They'll love you... because I do.”

Jackie just burrowed herself back into his chest. “Aw. You're too kind,” she murmured.

Chapter Fourteen

After dropping Laila off at school, Jackie and Allan rushed to spend their afternoon in Westchester with his parents. Although it wasn't exactly his day off, Allan was on call, so, as long as none of his patients came in with life-threatening injuries, or even not so life-threatening ones, he was free to get his family accustomed to his new fiancée all afternoon. The truth was that Jackie prayed with everything in her that he wouldn't be called away, because she didn't know what she'd do if she had to be alone with them. She couldn't hold a conversation about politics or popular culture. In fact, the only thing she really could do was talk extensively about her college years, sans Laila, and line up her entire collection of paintings for them. Other than that, Jackie and her future family were going to be stuck staring at each other in dead silence until she could bring herself to leave without seeming rude.

“Okay, do you have everything?” he asked as he stepped out of her bedroom and into the kitchen, where Jackie, who stood there clad in a milky-white sweater dress and maroon boots, chugged her third cup of coffee for that morning. She slammed the mug on the table and nodded.

“How long will it take us to get there?” she asked as she watched him shove what looked like an expensive bottle of wine into her oversized bag.

He turned to face her, raising an eyebrow. “Long enough for you to come down from that ridiculous caffeine high you just gave yourself,” he replied.

Jackie shook her head, but let out a short chuckle in spite of herself. “How else do you expect me to survive this family party of yours?” she replied as she threw the mug in the sink and made her way to the door, making sure to snag her keys off of the counter before she did so.

“Am I allowed to be offended that you think my family is a pack of dragons?” he asked as he followed her out.

Jackie just laughed. “Of course not. You're supposed to know better,” she replied as the two of them embarked on their journey to his past and her future.

After a long subway ride and an even longer train ride, Jackie found herself going back in time to that moment of her life before cities and college and Laila; when she rode her bike to school every morning and played with the neighbors every evening, and Saturdays meant dipping in the pool or playing in the sun, no matter what time of the year it was. Her eyes went wide as she took in the identical houses and the lawns that that looked like they were drowning in nutrients. “Eutrification,” she muttered.

“What?” Allan looked down at her.

She shrugged. “That's just when a geographical region is suffering from too many nutrients.”

Allan chuckled. “Is that even a real thing?” he asked as he grabbed her hand.

Jackie laughed. “Of course it is,” but his skeptical eye drove her to try harder to prove herself. “I learned about it along tie ago in college,” she replied.

He raised an eyebrow. “I thought you majored in fine art.”

She shrugged. “I thought I wanted to be a doctor for five minutes,” she replied.

He cocked his head to the side as he led her up a cobbled path. “And you decided it wasn't cool enough for you?” he teased.

Jackie chuckled. “Yup.” she replied, but she stopped when she got a good look at the house in front of her. It towered up three floors and across at least half an acre. A white fountain dominated the front lawn, the wind blowing through it and creating a refreshing gentle spray. Jackie squinted her eyes. “This is incredible... I should have dressier shoes.”

Allan rolled his eyes, grabbing her hand and dragging her up the stairs of the porch. “Oh please. You look like a flower,” he replied.

Even though she knew he was only trying to make her feel better, she couldn't help but smile at the compliment. “Aw. You really shouldn't have,” she replied as he pressed the doorbell.

She squeezed his hand in hers, covering it with her free right hand as she waited. She tried to come up with a good greeting, or a funny phrase to say, but the sound of her heart pounding was the only thing she could think of. Soon enough, she could hear heavy footsteps coming from the other side of the door. Jackie sighed. It was most likely a man, which meant she had time to cool down before she would find herself face-to-face with her new mother-in-law.

But when the door was yanked open and Allan yelled, “Ah! Jerry, I wasn't expecting you here!” Jackie felt less than relieved.

Allan stepped back, placing his hand on the small of her back. “This is Jackie Brown. My new fiancée.”

Jerry laughed. “He says that like he had an old fiancée.”

Allan laughed as well, but Jackie found it less than funny.

“He didn't,” he replied, looking her right in the eye.

Jackie's heart skipped a beat. Those green eyes were profoundly familiar. A lump formed itself in her throat as she struggled to figure out where it was that she had seen him before. He wasn't a friend, or an old coworker, or a college classmate. So how did she know him?

At the five second mark, the silence was starting to get incredibly awkward, so she pasted a smile on her face, extended her hand, and said, “Nice to meet you,” in her nicest voice.

He nodded once at her, a shadow washing over those dark eyes of his. He glowered at her, his face mirroring that same look of subdued recognition. Yet, the tension in his arm as he extended it back to her suggested that she was an old enemy; a forgotten nightmare. “Nice to meet you too,” he replied as he wrapped his hand around hers.

A chill ran down her spine as his rough skin enveloped hers. She had felt that touch once before.

Chapter Fifteen

Jackie sat on their patio with her glass of Peroni. Although her fiancé and future mother-in-law were deep in the throes of a conversation about the market in Westchester and how it has changed, or hasn't changed or how people think it's changed when it really hasn't or the other way around, what have you, she only had eyes for the man she was sure she recognized, sitting only a foot away from her.

“Oh I really do love this area. I don't care what happens to it. I'll stay here forever.” his mother, a tall woman with eyes just as beautiful as his and long, greying hair she had fashioned into a complicated up-do, replied to something he said earlier.
 

Jackie giggled, using the sound of her own laughter to drown out the anxiety that was threatening to control her. “Forever is a strong word, Mrs. Chase,” she teased. That was one thing she was good at; teasing.

The woman laughed at her, the sound of it pulling Allan's brother out of whatever mental reverie had consumed him. “I need to take a walk around the neighborhood. It's getting a bit hot under this cover,” he explained, standing up and straightening out his shirt.

If Jackie was going to figure out how she knew this guy and why he made her feel so god-damn uncomfortable, now was the time. “I'll go too. It will be a good chance for me to look around a bit.”

Knowing this was completely out of character for her, Allan looked up at her with his brows furrowed in confusion, but beyond that confusion, she could see that he was pleased that she was apparently making an effort to get to know his family. That was enough to assure her that she was making the right decision. “Sure, that makes sense,” he replied.

His mother nodded. “Then, when you get back, we can set up a dinner for my husband and I to meet your parents,” she explained.

Jackie smiled. It was little statements like that that reminded her that it was really happening. She was actually getting married. “There's nothing I'd like to do more.”

The woman laughed but raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk on her face. “I assure you that is an exaggeration,” she replied.

Jackie giggled. She couldn't believe how down to earth his mother was. “Well, thank you anyway,” she replied.

The woman nodded once. “Oh, of course, honey. Of course.”

Jerry stood up then and led her out of the room. She kept her mouth shut all the way out of the house, following him a couple steps behind; always a couple steps behind. She was trying to take in his walk, staring profusely at the way his hands clenched and unclenched; glowering at the tension in his muscle and the stiffness in his legs. She could feel something inside of her; a rage-like emotion that bubbled just beneath the surface, begging to be provoked, looking to be set free. But the fact that she couldn’t place it, or explain to herself what it was only made her more anxious. Logic told her that she had only known this guy for three hours, so why did she feel like she wanted to strangle him to death?

Eventually, they reached the front door. He opened it for her and motioned for her to go outside. Once the both of them had stepped out into the declining afternoon sun, he turned towards her. “So how long have you known my brother?”

Odd.

She would have assumed that, given that they were brothers, Allan would have told him about her long ago. But then again, Allan never mentioned Jerry to her either. “Are you two not close?” she asked. It took everything in her to force herself to speak to him. It was at that moment that she realized she was walking about a step a minute.

He turned to look at her, a gaze so fierce and so specifically aimed at her that she had to stop walking. Her hand went straight to her stomach as spears of pain shot through her abdomen. She sucked in deep breaths to keep herself from doubling over in pain. “Why would you assume that?” he demanded.

She flinched. She had clearly hit at a soft spot of his; she just wondered at how that could be. “I only think that because you would have known about me by now if you were close.”